Futile Devices Scans

The smoking ban in Boss Xia’s hospital room was unbearable not only for Boss Xia himself, but even for the bodyguards on duty. They were all longtime smokers; going even an hour without a cigarette left them itching all over, as though their hearts and lungs were being scratched from the inside. That afternoon, several bodyguards sat around the hospital bed, playing cards with the Boss to pass the time. Every time someone laid down a card, he would instinctively raise two fingers to his lips and take an imaginary drag.

In the end, the veins on Boss Xia’s forehead began throbbing. Unable to stand it any longer, he ordered, “A’Nan, go buy some.”

A’Nan instinctively shrank back. “But Mr. He said…”

“Is he the Boss, or am I the Boss? Go!”

A’Nan ran off, both thrilled and nervous, then came hurrying back with several lighters and more than a dozen packs of cigarettes. Everyone smoked until the hospital room was blue with choking haze, and all were delighted. That evening, however, Boss Xia realized he had made the stupidest decision imaginable. He could have sent anyone—he should never have sent A’Nan.

Elite He had worked overtime and did not return until ten that night. Wearing a faint smile, he backed A’Nan into a corner in only two steps.

“Brother Nan, did the Boss smoke this afternoon?”

A’Nan shook his head frantically, trembling. “No. Absolutely not.”

“But I can smell smoke in the hospital room.”

“That’s impossible! We opened the windows and aired it out for half an hour!”

“…”

“N-no, I mean we aired it out for half an hour yesterday!”

He Chu San sighed. “Didn’t I confiscate all the cigarettes and lighters? Who brought them in?”

“A-anyway, I definitely wasn’t the one who bought them!”

“…”

Behind them, Boss Xia rolled his eyes from the hospital bed with an expression of utter hopelessness. His face dark, he pulled the blanket over himself and disappeared underneath.

From beneath the blanket, he listened as He Chu San politely sent the bodyguards away, closed the door, and locked it. The footsteps first went into the bathroom, then slowly approached the bed. He Chu San’s voice was exceptionally gentle. “Brother Liu Yi, get up and let me wipe you down. It’s time to get ready for bed.”

Xia Liu Yi stewed beneath the blanket for a while, resentment filling his chest. Afraid of him, my ass. Furious at himself, he threw back the blanket and sat up—only for He Chu San to press him onto the pillow and kiss him soundly the instant his face saw daylight.

It had only been a few short months, yet Virgin He had somehow mastered the art of kissing. Holding Boss Xia by the jaw, he pushed his tongue deep into his mouth. Xia Liu Yi struggled and made muffled noises, but when he tried to glare at him, He Chu San covered his eyes with one hand. The caresses of their lips and tongues were fierce one moment and tender the next. Deprived of oxygen, Xia Liu Yi could only desperately breathe through his nose while drowning in the darkness and overwhelming passion that threatened to smother him. When he truly could not breathe anymore, he bit down on He Chu San’s tongue, only to give a pained groan himself—the little bastard had bitten him back.

They pulled apart with muffled groans, one sticking out his tongue while the other covered his lip.

Xia Liu Yi wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Seeing blood there, he became furious. “Damn it, you really bit me?”

He Chu San licked his finger and looked at the threads of blood mixed into the saliva. Instead of blaming Xia Liu Yi, he merely said calmly, “Your mouth tastes like cigarettes.”

“You’re really going to control me?!”

He Chu San said nothing. He stood, his shadow falling across Xia Liu Yi’s hospital bed. One button at a time, he opened his suit jacket, then casually tossed it onto the chair beside him. Xia Liu Yi looked up at him and suddenly realized that, at some point during the past few years, the boy had grown into a tall man with broad shoulders and long limbs. His thin shirt could no longer conceal the solid contours of his chest. His arms had become firm and powerful, while the lines of his cheeks and jaw had hardened. He already looked like a fully mature man.

He Chu San slowly loosened his tie and undid two buttons of his shirt.

“I really am going to control you,” he finally said, his tone remarkably calm. “You don’t know how to take care of yourself, so I’ll take care of you. You don’t know how to restrain yourself, so I’ll restrain you. From now on, every time you smoke one cigarette, we’ll do this once.”

“What the hell are you trying to—” Xia Liu Yi had not finished cursing when He Chu San threw back the blanket, pulled down his pants, and abruptly pressed a warm, wet towel against his lower body. “Fuck!”

He Chu San expertly rubbed the towel up and down over his dick several times, spread his thighs, and wiped his ass. He even scrubbed hard at his entrance a few times.

Xia Liu Yi seized a pillow and tried to throw it. He Chu San ducked, lunged forward, shoved up his hospital gown, and shamelessly caught one of Boss Xia’s weak points in each hand—his two little nipples. Xia Liu Yi gave a muffled groan and went weak all over. He Chu San caught both his wrists and tied them securely together with the necktie.

“Fuck!” Xia Liu Yi was genuinely angry now. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“Shh.” He Chu San gestured toward the door. “Do you want the bodyguards to see you like this?”

Xia Liu Yi’s face darkened. His hospital pants and underwear had both been stripped away, his hands were tied above his head, and his hospital gown had been pushed up to his chest, leaving his two little nipples red and erect in the open. Of course he did not want the bodyguards to see him.

“What exactly are you doing?” he cursed under his breath. He tried to kick He Chu San with his uninjured leg, but He Chu San caught his thigh and lifted it onto his shoulder.

Elite He was a conscientious man of action who believed in efficiency. Rather than waste words, he immediately demonstrated his intentions—lowering his head and taking Xia Liu Er into his mouth.

Xia Liu Yi shuddered. Even his voice shook. “Y-you… what’s gotten into you…”

It was not that he could not beat He Chu San. His mind had simply never produced the genuine intention to fight him. Now, caught completely off guard and arranged in this humiliating position by the little pervert, Xia Liu Yi was both furious and ashamed, his face turning crimson. He struggled with the only parts he could still move, lifting and twisting his waist and hips, only to push himself deeper into He Chu San’s mouth.

He Chu San licked him up and down for a while, sucking noisily as though eating an ice pop. Then he lifted his mouth away and played with Xia Liu Yi’s half-hard member, teasing the slit with his fingertip. With a small sigh, he asked, “Brother Liu Yi, did you miss me while you were in prison?”

Xia Liu Yi was just about to curse, Miss you, my ass, when He Chu San moved up and sealed his mouth with his tongue. The tip of He Chu San’s tongue, which Xia Liu Yi had just bitten open, knocked against his teeth. Suffering the consequences of his own actions, He Chu San groaned in pain, drew back, and said with feeling, “I knew you missed me.”

“My ass!” Xia Liu Yi cursed under his breath. In retaliation, He Chu San caught one nipple and kneaded it. Xia Liu Yi gasped and turned his face away.

He Chu San followed the movement, kissing his cheek and earlobe. His other hand continued playing with Xia Liu Yi’s member while he asked in a sticky voice beside his ear, “When you missed me, did you ever touch yourself here?”

“No.”

“What about here?” He tugged his nipple.

“No!”

“What a pity.” Avoiding Xia Liu Yi’s injured leg, He Chu San carefully climbed onto the bed and knelt above him. He unfastened his belt and freed his already swollen weapon, pressed the two together, and stroked them as one. “I missed you every day. I did this every day.”

Even the roots of Boss Xia’s ears had turned red from the kisses. He cursed impatiently, “If you’re going to do it, do it! Stop talking!”

“But I think talking makes you even more excited.” He Chu San’s hand slid lower. “Did you ever put your own fingers in here?”

Unable to bear him any longer, Xia Liu Yi turned his head and bit He Chu San’s mouth. Little bastard, you’re annoying me to death! Sooner or later, I’m going to bite that tongue off! Being bitten only excited He Chu San further. His fingers continued rubbing and pressing at Xia Liu Yi’s entrance. From somewhere, he produced a small blue bottle and squeezed cool, slick liquid against him.

“Little bastard,” Xia Liu Yi cursed breathlessly after releasing his mouth. “Where did you get that?”

“I carry it with me,” He Chu San replied as though this were perfectly natural. “In case you ever want it, I have to be ready to serve you, Boss.”

“Get lost!”

Elite He chuckled. Taking the command in his own way, he slid one finger inside him amid Xia Liu Yi’s muttered curses. Xia Liu Yi instinctively kicked his leg, his muscles clenching so tightly around He Chu San’s finger that He Chu San frowned. “Relax. There’ll be another one soon.”

Although He Chu San had already done this to him several times, Xia Liu Yi was still so ashamed that he wanted to lose his mind. He frowned, gritted his teeth, and endured the movement. Muffled sounds escaped through his nose, impossible to distinguish as pain or pleasure. When He Chu San expertly found his prostate and pressed down, Xia Liu Yi’s whole body jerked and his mouth fell open.

“Ah…”

“You really never did this yourself?” He Chu San breathed warm, damp air beside his ear. “Not even once?”

“Mmm… ah… shut up…”

“When you slept at night, did you never think about me and get hard?”

“No… ah… no…”

“Tsk. That makes me so sad,” Elite He said mournfully, though his fingers abruptly became faster and harder. “You’re lying. You have to be punished.”

“Fuck! Ah!” Xia Liu Yi’s entire waist arched off the mattress beneath the stimulation, his body drawn taut like a bow. His bound hands gripped the cold bars at the head of the bed. He instinctively tried to retreat, but He Chu San’s deadly fingers followed him closely, as though his body had sucked them in and refused to let them go.

While he was being rubbed and pressed from behind, his red, swollen nipples were repeatedly pinched and pulled, yet his fully erect member received no relief at all. Unable to endure it, Xia Liu Yi shifted slightly and rubbed himself against He Chu San’s thigh. His knee unconsciously pushed at He Chu San’s waist and back, urging him to touch him there.

He Chu San himself was also suffering badly. Boss Xia had no idea how enticing he looked, flushed red from head to toe and writhing in search of pleasure. He Chu San wanted nothing more than to draw his blade, slide it into its sheath, and empty the entire blue bottle. But Boss Xia was still injured. As a first-rate, all-around model top, He Chu San absolutely could not behave like such a beast. Two veins bulged on Elite He’s forehead from the effort of restraining himself.

Besides, he had not forgotten his purpose that evening. Boss Xia would not be allowed to feel good so easily.

He Chu San lowered his head, curled his tongue around one nipple—already swollen from all the pinching—and drew it into his mouth. The sudden wet heat mixed with a sharp, burning sting made Xia Liu Yi grit his teeth and groan. His breathing grew heavier, and his entire body turned as red as a cooked prawn.

He did not dare open his mouth, afraid that a loud moan would escape. Yet his erect member was receiving no attention and hovered painfully on the edge of release. Finally, he let go of the bed rail and pushed at He Chu San with his bound hands, signaling for him to touch him below.

Seeing the desperation on his face, He Chu San finally released the badly abused nipple and freed one hand to grip Xia Liu Yi’s member.

Xia Liu Yi released a satisfied sigh. He Chu San kneaded his swollen sac, then slowly stroked from the base to the broad head. Xia Liu Yi instinctively lifted his hips and rubbed toward him. Only one final push remained—but at the last moment, He Chu San maliciously closed his hand over the tip and blocked his release.

Blood rushed to Xia Liu Yi’s head. Nearly driven mad by being held back, he panted wildly and glared down at him.

He Chu San smiled faintly, leaned closer to lick and bite his earlobe, and coaxed, “Do you want to come?”

“Ah… let go…”

“First tell me whether you missed me.”

Damn it, who the hell cared about that now?! Xia Liu Yi panted hard and jerked his head in denial, only for the stimulation inside him to intensify. He cried out, his whole body shaking like a sieve. “You… you… damn you…”

“Did you miss me or not, Brother Liu Yi?” He Chu San actually began whining sweetly while licking his earlobe.

Boss Xia had always responded better to softness than force. He was already close to release from He Chu San’s clingy behavior. He kicked his leg and growled desperately, “Yes! Damn it, yes! I missed you… ah… happy now?”

“What did you do when you missed me?”

“Nothing—ah!” Another hard movement of He Chu San’s fingers left Xia Liu Yi’s eyes red. He moaned through clenched teeth. “Let go… Cold showers. I took cold showers…” Understanding dawned on He Chu San’s face. “How pitiful, Boss. You’d rather take cold showers than touch yourself. Looks like I’ll have to take very good care of you.”

“Go to hell! Is that enough? Let… let go…”

“Will you smoke again while you’re recovering?”

“Damn it… no! I won’t smoke! Is that good enough?” Boss Xia was almost in tears.

“Am I allowed to control you from now on?”

“Yes, yes, yes! Damn it, you’re the Boss’s wife… You’re the Boss’s wife, all right? Hurry and let go…”

He Chu San finally withdrew the maddening finger and stroked him firmly several times. Xia Liu Yi gritted his teeth and whimpered as he came in several spurts, spilling milky fluid over He Chu San’s hand, with a good deal of it splashing onto his own chest.

Dazed, he closed his eyes and panted, not even noticing when He Chu San untied his wrists. He Chu San lay over him and used Xia Liu Yi’s palm to rub his own member, which had long since become burning hot and painfully hard. The earlier trick had not only tormented the Boss; He Chu San had suffered just as much. It took only a few strokes before Xia Liu Yi’s palm was also covered in milky fluid.

The tormented pair of lovebirds held each other and panted for a long time, both so dazed with pleasure that neither recovered quickly. The wall clock went tick, tick, tick for nearly ten minutes. He Chu San was almost asleep with his head on Boss Xia’s shoulder when Xia Liu Yi finally cursed weakly, “He A’San, damn you… You just wait until I kill you…”

“Mm. I’ll wait to die inside you… Aaah! My ear! You’re biting my ear off! It hurts! It hurts!”

Deputy Hall Master Cui had nothing to do the next day and came to play cards with the Boss. She was astonished to find him wearing his hospital gown buttoned tightly to the throat and a mask over his face.

“Did you… catch a cold?”

Xia Liu Yi rolled his eyes and lifted one corner of the mask. Deputy Hall Master Cui’s explosive laughter nearly broke through the roof.

“Hahahaha! Hahaha—ha! Ha—hahaha!”

“Damn it, have you laughed enough? Are you singing now?”

“Sammy Boy—hahaha—really didn’t hold back when he bit you! You look like you’re biting down on two sausages! Hahahaha!”

“Shut up!”

“What about the cherries? Did he bite those swollen too? Let me see.” Cui Dong Dong came forward and tried to pull open the Boss’s clothes, only to be driven back by a flying pillow. After the two played around for a while, Cui Dong Dong went outside, still struggling not to laugh, and called A’Nan in to join the card game.

A’Nan dutifully entered carrying two packs of cigarettes and a lighter. Unexpectedly, Boss Xia frowned as soon as he saw them. “Take those away!”

“You’re not smoking anymore, Boss?” A’Nan still had not understood.

“I quit!” Xia Liu Yi cursed viciously. His eyes flicked toward Cui Dong Dong, whose shoulders were shaking. “What the hell are you laughing at now? What’s so funny?! Damn it, you’re still laughing! Laugh again and get out!”

“Hahahaha! Hahaha—ha! Ha—hahaha!”

…

Boss Xia remained miserably confined to the hospital for more than a month. Every day brought IV drips, medicine, dressing changes, nutritious meals prepared by Elite He, massages, and rehabilitation exercises. He could not go anywhere freely. Apart from playing cards and watching television, he had almost no entertainment. He could not eat snacks, smoke, or drink—the restrictions tormented him until his heart and lungs itched. One morning, the doctor said he had recovered extremely well and could consider returning home to continue recuperating. Boss Xia immediately began clamoring to be discharged.

He did not even wait for He Chu San to finish work and collect him. Instead, he called Cui Dong Dong and Xiao Ma, and Xiao Ma brought along a large group of brothers. That afternoon, everyone joyfully welcomed the Boss back to his own nightclub. First, they would throw a party celebrating his discharge.

The whole collection of demons and monsters had found another excuse to enjoy themselves. They booked out the entire venue, called in a group of dancing girls, drank and reveled, and turned the nightclub into a carnival of demons. When He Chu San heard the news, he left work early and hurried over. The moment he entered, the crowd nearly knocked him off his feet. One or two hundred people were packed into the enormous venue, and the noisy cheers shook the ceiling. It looked less like a party than dumplings being dropped into a boiling pot.

As He Chu San entered, he bumped into a huge, muscular man. The man’s expression immediately darkened, and he was about to make trouble when Xiao Ma pushed through the crowd with several men. “What are you doing? He’s with Xiao Qi Hall! One of us!”

“Since when the hell has He Yi Society been one of Xiao Qi Hall’s own?!” the man cursed, giving Xiao Ma no respect whatsoever.

“You looking for trouble?” Xiao Ma rolled up his sleeves. “Want to argue it out? Your Master Qiao is upstairs. I’ll take you up there and let you argue with him.”

The man cursed under his breath, forced himself back into the crowd, and disappeared. Xiao Ma spat after him and cursed as well.

“You dare make trouble on my turf? If the Boss hadn’t given orders today, I’d string you up and skin you!”

“Brother Xiao Ma,” He Chu San said, “thank you. May I ask where the Boss is?”

“The Boss is in a meeting upstairs,” Xiao Ma answered calmly. “He told me to take you to dinner, then send you safely home.” Seeing that He Chu San still wanted to ask questions, he impatiently added, “He said to wait for him at home. He’ll be back later.”

He Chu San fell silent. After glancing at the celebrating crowd, he quietly followed Xiao Ma away.

…

Xia Liu Yi’s instruction for Xiao Ma to accompany the sister-in-law to dinner had been given almost in passing. On one hand, he wanted Xiao Ma to use the opportunity to improve his relationship with the sister-in-law instead of constantly calling him “that He” and causing trouble for the Boss. On the other hand, he also wanted Xiao Ma to keep an eye on He Chu San. He could not let He Chu San barge in and show his face in front of everyone that night—Xia Liu Yi was currently upstairs hosting dinner for more than a dozen prominent underworld bosses.

Although it was called a “dinner,” its true purpose was to declare that Boss Xia had returned to the underworld in glory and that Xiao Qi Hall remained as powerful as ever. Those willing to continue working together were welcome; those who were not interested had better know better than to take advantage while he was down. There was another matter as well: he had become sworn brothers with Boss Sha in prison and had taken in Boss Sha’s scattered followers. From now on, their two groups were one family of brothers, and everyone was asked to show them consideration.

This dinner was extremely important. Cui Dong Dong attended as Xiao Qi Hall’s second-in-command, allowing everyone to see the deep trust and complete unity between the Hall Master and Deputy Hall Master. When the Dragon Head fell into trouble, the Deputy Hall Master temporarily assumed his duties. When the Dragon Head returned, the Deputy Hall Master respectfully yielded them—no one should even think of trying to turn the two against each other.

Some of the bosses had good relationships with Xiao Qi Hall, while others were hostile. Seeing Xia Liu Yi emerge from prison in one piece left each of them with complicated feelings and private calculations. Hidden currents churned beneath the meal, but on the surface everyone was cheerful. The bosses repeatedly raised their glasses in congratulations and exchanged polite conversation with those beside them. Master Qiao of the He Yi Society, who had long cooperated with Xiao Qi Hall, spoke particularly warmly with Xia Liu Yi.

“Twin-Blade Xia, I knew you had another purpose for going inside. You were willing to take a trip through prison just to draw out the traitor. That was a ruthless move.”

“Master Qiao flatters me. I heard Pao-zai’s first act after taking over was to invite you to dinner, but you ignored him.”

Master Qiao laughed, wrinkles rippling across his waxy yellow face. “What is he? Does a piece of small fry like that deserve my respect?”

“Hahaha! Then I thank Master Qiao for showing me, Xia Liu Yi, respect!”

The two laughed heartily together. Master Qiao lowered his voice. “Your Deputy Hall Master told me several days ago that our ‘business’ after the New Year will continue as usual?”

“As usual.”

“But I heard you were injured in prison…”

“Master Qiao worries too much. It’s only a minor injury. If you don’t believe me, shall we spar a few rounds?”

Master Qiao waved his hand and laughed. “Spar with the Blood Asura? I’m not interested! Still, I run an underground Muay Thai ring. A skilled fighter arrived a few days ago. Come play with him sometime if you’re interested.”

Xia Liu Yi smiled without giving a definite answer. He knew Master Qiao operated an illegal underground fighting ring and that business was booming. Most of the fighters were undocumented immigrants from Southeast Asia who had effectively signed away their freedom. They all traded their lives for money, every one of them vicious and ruthless. It was hardly unusual for someone to be beaten to death. Xia Liu Yi was a dignified Dragon Head. Why would he lower himself to trade bites with domesticated mad dogs?

…

While the two bosses enjoyed their conversation, Xiao Ma was bored beyond endurance. He had always disliked He Chu San from every possible angle, convinced that the brat had improper intentions toward the Boss. Yet after all that careful scheming, the boy had somehow upgraded himself into the “sister-in-law.” That damned queer had actually bent their wise, mighty, handsome, and dashing Boss. It was an unforgivable crime. Unfortunately, the Boss protected his own to an absurd degree. Xiao Ma had a stomach full of resentment but did not dare touch a single hair on He Chu San’s head. He obediently drove the sister-in-law to dinner, but sitting in the car felt like sitting on needles because he had absolutely nothing to say to him. He should have brought A’Nan, A’Mao, or one of the other bodyguards familiar with the sister-in-law. At least they could have said a few words and made the atmosphere less painful.

At that thought, sudden inspiration struck Xiao Ma. He stepped on the brakes, making He Chu San lurch forward in the back seat and look at him in confusion.

“What do you want to eat? Steak?”

“Sure.”

“If we’re having steak, can I bring one more person? She likes it too.”

“Of course.”